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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
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Rachael Potts
(3/11/2010 7:51:00 PM) |
this first couple times i read this poem i thought of the words and robert frost to me used alot of symbolism. that what he wrote to me compares temptation. and that the poem is talking about how he wants something a woman maybe and he's tempted by but cant bring himself to pursue what he wants and maybe he made a promise that he cant yet fulfill and he has a many things he has to do in order to keep his promise.
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Sujit Sinha
(3/7/2010 7:30:00 AM) |
Thanks Gracie Rossi. I appreciate your comments. Yes, the poet indeed finds the wood lovely. He does yearn for it, no matter it is dark and wintery. May be he loves the snow too. A man's horse sense would of course not allow him to waste time in such a place. I would be overating sexuality if I agreed with Tori Thompson.
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Tori Thompson
(3/1/2010 8:07:00 PM) |
I took this poem at first read to be an allusion to the contemplation of infidelity. Women can be thought of as trees: from us come alternately warmth and shade, fresh air and smoke. Passing by another man's real estate a ways away from his main place of residence could be tantamount to meeting another man's wife/woman when that man lives on the other side of town, or is out of town. His 'little horse' in want of a farmhouse could be his penis, if the author is a married/taken man himself, or his conscience, as our conscience carries us to wear we ought to go. The shaking of the bells, a crass sound compared to wind through trees and over snow drifts, could be the juxtaposition of right with temptation. After a momentary debate, the author sticks to his 'promises' and does not give in to the temptation of admiring the 'lovely, dark, and deep' woods. Sleep could be death. So the author vows to resist temptation for the duration of his marriage/relationship, till death they part.
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Akanksha Wadhavkar
(2/1/2010 9:05:00 AM) |
I like poems made by Robert Frost a lot.There is some kind of emotion hidden behind every poem created by him.He was really a precious poet in the world.
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Gracie Rossi
(1/6/2010 2:43:00 PM) |
The wood, to me, represents that sacred silence and peace harboured in your soul that is untainted by life and reality. The place where you long to take heed, indulge and wonder but proves too achingly difficult because the duties of life soon jolts your horse! There is no way one could remain forever in the depth and loveliness the wood provides because simply, life is too cruel. However poetry, music and art stand to remind you that the wood does exist, and is available for you when you allow yourself a respite from harsh reality...and perhaps that is enough :) thank you Mr Frost.
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Steven *
(12/30/2009 10:16:00 AM) |
Temptation.
Dark temptation. The kind that makes the mind wonder,
'what if I just reach out and grab.., that whirling blade of sharpened teeth;
what if I take that lofty leap; or wade in blindly to the briny sea.
The woods are empty, dark and deep—not a soul around
to record my creep—Into the mist without a sound…
The promises that I have to keep
are what bind me to this life so cheap
what stay my hand, my step, my plunge;
postpone.., for now, my ride alone
into the cold and lonely peace
that calls to me, from that deathly reach.
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Tim Basey
(12/29/2009 5:06:00 AM) |
This poem had always been an inspiration for my son who attends Indiana University. He made a short video he adapted for youtube. If you go to that site and search for klbasey you can find his short for the Robert Frost poem 'Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening'. It is how it was meant to be read. Dark yet inspirational. As a father I was impressed.
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Steven *
(12/28/2009 4:44:00 PM) |
No one knows
what another man thinks
or what he means by what he says.
...unless he is here to tell you.
Often though, even when he is
he cannot himself
remember clear
the meaning of the mood
that chose his words or
drove his pen
to create the thing that moves you.
The poet seeks
to convey a thing
a thought, a mood, a glint of light
that elludes the telling, clear and plain
in a way that stirs
the readers mind
to think a thing
and know a thought;
to feel a mood, and see a sight.
what this poem is about is as different in my heart and yours
as are the divergent paths trodden-by you and me-in the getting here and in the going there.....
Respectfully,
Steven
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Rufus Foshee
(12/20/2009 7:32:00 PM) |
My professor taught us the meaning of this poem... it's about art (imagination) and reality... Sheila Marie Anunciacion
How could any art be about anything other?
rufus foshee
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